Raven Crowking
First Post
A miasma of foul odor swept upward as Kregor removed the first board. A swamp-like smell, perhaps the bodies within rotted by the water, but he swore it had not been there earlier. Looking down, he could see bones and stones jutting from the water. Holding the planks, he lowered himelf his full length before letting go, dropping the last couple of feet into the barrow.
Have I ever told you the story of the foolish orc? whispered a voice in his mind. It mocked the way Kregor heard Gragnor's voice, but the scarred half-orc knew that it was not that of his ancestor. Still, the voice ran on, making it difficult to concentrate. His breath puffed out in cold streams. He paused and glanced around the chamber.
It was ovoid, maybe 30 feet by 20, the ceiling being an arched jumble of stones. A low, dark passage disappeared to the north -- it went downward and to the right a little, blocking Kregor's vision. The passage was no more than 5 feet high. Where Kregor stood, the water came no higher than mid-calf.
Have I ever told you the story of the foolish orc? whispered a voice in his mind. It mocked the way Kregor heard Gragnor's voice, but the scarred half-orc knew that it was not that of his ancestor. Still, the voice ran on, making it difficult to concentrate. His breath puffed out in cold streams. He paused and glanced around the chamber.
It was ovoid, maybe 30 feet by 20, the ceiling being an arched jumble of stones. A low, dark passage disappeared to the north -- it went downward and to the right a little, blocking Kregor's vision. The passage was no more than 5 feet high. Where Kregor stood, the water came no higher than mid-calf.